Through the Fog

Flying through fog, it swooped and landed.

A snowy owl’s head, a white tiger’s body, the griffin reared with wings and foretalons wide.

Some drew weapons, but Aswald approached unarmed.

Claws snatched him.

“My friend,” the wizard said as purring was heard.

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